Fortunately, the man gave Feng Xingying a sentence for Qin Molin's sake: "The soul trial will temporarily peel your soul from the body, and all the equipment and spirit beasts cannot be brought in. I will keep this little thing for you. God                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

It’s obviously because you like the touch of sesame!

Feng Xingying could see the man's strange habits at his eyes.

Perhaps he practiced some strange martial arts and made it like a dry firewood stick, so he prefers to touch furry, soft and chubby things.

This is called complementarity psychologically.

Well, okay, in fact, even if you don’t have this mentality, the fur of the sesame is indeed soft and smooth. If you make a pet Fengxingying, give it 90 points. It’s worth eating too much and too little meat.

The man looked at Feng Xingying and then looked at him, and said angrily: "The door is in the old place, you can go in by yourself."

"Okay." Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying and walked forward for a short distance, and walked straight to a mysterious formation.

There are more than a dozen large cocoons in the formation, each of which is tall.

There is no need to check it carefully, Feng Xingying will know that there is really a living person in each silkworm cocoon, but they are surrounded by white silk, and they can't see clearly what they originally looked like.

The withered wooden man appeared in front of Feng Xingying again like a ghost, mechanically reminding: "Go, I am here to guard you, no one can move your body. Only you should pay attention to it, don't use the power of your soul too much, otherwise you will not be able to come back."

"I won't go." Feng Xingying raised her eyebrows and said firmly

Qin Molin brought her here with good intentions, but she had never asked for her advice, and she did not say what trial she wanted to take.

Feng Xingying doesn’t believe in any guardian at all. She only believes in herself and hand over her life to others? She doesn’t have this habit!

"Haha, interesting girl. Do you know that the reason why the Nangong family can rule the Dali Kingdom for a long time is that this soul trial array is of great significance.

The soul trial that starts every three years is the main means for the Nangong family to win over the major families of the Dali Kingdom." There was an old eunuch who was kind and beautiful, carefully explained to Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying frowned. Why haven't she heard of such a trial?

The old eunuch continued with a smile: "Those who can get the soul trial quota are all the aristocratic families and hidden families in the Dali Kingdom. Those families with superficial glory but no background are not included.

Your Feng family has not yet reached the level of being invited. Only when Feng Tianyi made contributions to rescue the Lord, he entered the soul trial."

Her father actually entered the soul trial?

Feng Xingying was a little moved, but she didn't trust them at all.

"Girl, go, I'm waiting outside. Whoever wants to touch you, unless you step on my body of Qin Molin." Qin Molin stretched out his hand and touched Feng Xingying's head. His movements were like the wooden man touching the little black rabbit sesame model.

Who is your pet?!

Feng Xingying couldn't help but pouted her mouth.

But the matter is important, she nodded, found an open space in the formation, and stood up.

The white silk spread from the soles of Fengxingying's feet, and the threads were constantly entangled.

Soon, Feng Xingying was wrapped into a snow-white cocoon. Except for her vaguely judging her height, she could not see the appearance of the person in the cocoon.

Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to blur a little bit.

Suddenly, it seemed like a white silk hit her head hard, and her spirit suddenly shook and appeared again. It was another illusory world.
Chapter completed!